Down Texas Way

Bartender Pete:
I wish you hadn't come here, Logan. I could have met you on the outside.

Bert Logan:
Take it easy. What backdoors are for?

Dave Dodge:
Workin' kind of late aren't you?

Smithy:
Yeah, kinda, but I'm all through now.

Mary Hopkins:
Then you might as well walk along with us.

Smithy:
Don't mind that I do, bein's it's alongside a pretty gal.

Mary Hopkins:
Smithy, you're an old flatterer!

Smithy:
Yeah, but I betcha I wouldn't have to look far to find a body to back me up.

[Ann and Sandy are being held prisoner]

Ann Dodge:
Who are you? Why are you here?

U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins:
Why, those murderin' polecats hogtied me and threw me in here. I'm Sandy Hopkins, ma'am.

Sheriff Trump:
Who are you?

U. S. Marshal Tim McCall:
United States Marshal McCall. Sandy Hopkins was an old pal of mine when he was in the service. I came here to find him and whoever it was who killed John Dodge.

Deputy Red:
[sarcastically] He's gonna be a lot of help, Sheriff. All you government fellows are alike. A bunch of politicians - thicker than thieves when you get together!

U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts:
You know, Logan, this Mrs. Dodge doesn't look any more like your Mrs. Dodge than I look like Abraham Lincoln.

[When a gunfight erupts in the saloon, Tim throws the fake Mrs. Dodge into Sandy's cell]

U. S. Marshal Tim McCall:
Hey, let me out of this coop, Tim!

U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins:
Sandy, you were always good at handling widows. See if you can't get some information out of this one.

Stella:
Mr. Hopkins, these two marshals are friends of yours. Now, why couldn't you say that I was a prisoner in that shack, the same as you were. After all, I did let you free. They'd believe you, Mr. Hopkins, and then you could get me out of all this.

U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins:
I believe you have somethin' there, ma'am. Yes, yes, I will get you out of here.

Stella:
Oh, Mr. Hopkins, I knew you would.

U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins:
I'll get you out of here and I'll send you to the penitentiary for twenty years!

U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts:
Boy, and to think we came down here to give this old buzzard a birthday party... and to think it almost became a necktie party!

[last lines]

U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts:
Tim, let's get out of here before he turns a hundred percent jackass and starts ballin'.

U. S. Marshal Tim McCall:
I think you're right. I'm going back to Wyoming right now!

U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts:
And me back to Arizona.

U. S. Marshal Tim McCall:
So long, Rough Rider!

U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts:
So long, Rough Rider!

U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins:
So long, Rough Riders!